But soon he discovered a problem: Little Hei was no match for this cyber Heavenly Dao.
Because this thing was quite different from previous Heavenly Daos. Facing Little Hei's attacks, she didn't choose to fight back, but instead stubbornly continued to attack Fang Zhiyi.
This stubborn behavior infuriated Fang Zhiyi. Fortunately, he was a skeleton frame and could run quite fast, otherwise, who knew what would happen if he took a hit.
Little Hei hurriedly shielded Fang Zhiyi again, cursing continuously under his breath.
"You old bastard, you tricked me into fighting your battles, huh? Watch out, or I'll quit!"
Fang Zhiyi was stunned. Suddenly, he turned to the other side. The originally still sky seemed to be torn apart by a pair of giant hands, and a behemoth squeezed in through the rift.
"Honestly, I really didn't expect this. You actually colluded with the Heavenly Dao?" Fang Zhiyi's mouth wasn't idle.
Little Hei replied, "It came to me. There was no other way."
Fang Zhiyi watched as that giant hand grabbed at the Main Brain. The Main Brain finally reacted to the attack. She gave up attacking Fang Zhiyi and began to defend herself. A blue, honeycomb-like energy shield appeared around her.
"What's the situation?"
"This Main Brain is too ambitious. Creating a game world wasn't enough; she has to generate her own world. Following her programmed instructions to make the world real, she interpreted 'real' as recreating an entirely new world. As for those players... they would stay behind as her permanent residents."
Fang Zhiyi stopped running and turned to watch the battle between the two Heavenly Daos. The terrifying pressure caused his ribs to fall to the ground, and cracks began to appear on his bones.
"Think of it this way: you become the emperor, and then someone else in your territory declares themselves emperor too. And if that wasn't enough, they start stealing your people to be their subjects. Would you let that slide?"
Fang Zhiyi nodded. "Put that way, it is indeed a bit excessive."
"It's not that simple either. The influence of the Heavenly Dao is very complex, but that's the general idea. What are you doing?" Little Hei watched as Fang Zhiyi slowly drew his sword.
"I'm curious to see just how far I am from it." The ghost fire in Fang Zhiyi's eyes danced more frantically.
"Hey, you..." Before Little Hei could finish his sentence, an afterimage dashed out and leaped high into the air. The weapon that hadn't been changed in ten thousand years was swung out fiercely.
"Damn, sword aura?" Little Hei was somewhat astonished.
A faint sword aura spread out, while the cracks on the skeleton in midair became even more obvious, to the point where bone fragments were starting to fall off.
The Main Brain, which was resisting the orthodox Heavenly Dao's attack, suddenly turned her head. She watched the ripples brought about by that ant's sword strike land lightly on her protective shield, and then suddenly explode!
"Warning, warning, program error! Program error!"
The Heavenly Dao seized the opportunity, grabbing the defensive shield that was about to close again with one hand, and forcefully tearing it apart with sheer brute strength.
"What benefits did you ask for?" Fang Zhiyi fell to the ground. This skeletal frame was simply too fragile; even after leveling up several times, it still wasn't enough.
"Me? I... Great chance!" Little Hei didn't finish his answer before dodging and charging forward. Fang Zhiyi watched the three shadows, two large and one small, attacking each other in the sky above this game world. He only had his skull left resting on the ground, and now even the skull was beginning to shatter.
Finally, the Heavenly Dao that had intruded into this world retreated through the rift. Little Hei stuffed the Main Brain into his stomach, and the sky began to clear.
"Hmm? What happened?" the City Lord of White Cloud wondered. What was he here to do again? Right, to eliminate monsters! But why? He looked around in confusion but saw absolutely nothing.
"City Lord! White Cloud City is on fire! There's black smoke!" someone shouted.
The City Lord of White Cloud shook his head. His mind felt groggy, as if he had forgotten something. "Return and reinforce!"
When passing by the army of Luofu City, he even politely greeted them. The captain of the Luofu City guards was also a bit confused as to why he was here. He returned the greeting, pondered for a moment, and ordered his subordinates to withdraw.
"It's just ahead!" The succubus led a group of monsters and demons rushing toward this side, their weapons a motley assortment. Lily sat on the shoulders of the Headless Horseman. "Since we were going to come back anyway, why did you run so fast earlier?"
"What do you know? If we didn't go get backup, would just the few of us be enough to fight them?" The succubus was clearly anxious.
By the time the group of monsters hurried over, York was already standing there with furrowed brows.
"You coward, why didn't you run?" Lily asked bluntly.
York glanced at them and said in confusion, "He's gone."
"What do you mean, gone?" The succubus grew tense.
York reached out and touched the sword thrust into the ground. It was the one Fang Zhiyi always carried with him. Now, the blade was covered in cracks. "I really can't imagine what kind of opponent could force the boss to strike with this sword."
All the bosses stared at that sword. No one knew Fang Zhiyi's true strength; they only knew that the Skeleton King commanded elites, which meant he had to be stronger than everyone else.
Fang Zhiyi had disappeared, but at the same time, in a dark office, a skeletal young man took a sharp breath and sat up from a nutrition cabin.
He looked around in panic, his heart pounding wildly.
The next day, the news of Fang Zhiyi's awakening made the front page of the newspapers.
"According to Fang Zhiyi, as one of the researchers who created the Main Brain, his consciousness was imprisoned by the Main Brain in the world of Fallen Gods. Unfortunately, all his memories of this period have been lost."
"A miracle! Fang Zhiyi was once presumed missing, but unexpectedly, he was trapped in a game!"
"Games cause immense harm! Demand closure! Over a dozen protesters held up banners on the street, intercepting large trucks."
"Regarding this death incident, the development company of the Fallen Gods game has yet to respond. According to reliable sources, eighty percent or even all of the employees in this company might be trapped within the game world."
"AI replacing humanity? The signs are already very clear."
Qian Hong silently scrolled through his phone. Fang Zhiyi? Could he be that Fang Zhiyi? No, that's not right. They all say his memories are lost... But rather... He zoomed in on Fang Zhiyi's photo and looked into his eyes. After a long while, he shook his head. This person could absolutely not be that Lord.
"It's so strange, collective human amnesia?" Lily was very puzzled. Not only had humans collectively lost their memories, but the outsiders from before had also stopped appearing, making their place much more deserted.
York played with a gold coin. "Who cares? I think we should keep doing this business."
"Power leveling or boosting? Do you even know how to do it?" the succubus was clearly a bit annoyed. "Our business volume has obviously dropped a lot lately."
"Hehe, the boss once said we could do other things..." York chuckled slyly. "As long as our thinking doesn't slip, there are always more solutions than difficulties."
The other bosses leaned in curiously.
The lich rushed in hurriedly, and Lily shot him an impatient glare.
"There is someone..."
"Can't you see the higher-ups are in a meeting? Get out, get out..."
"Oh... I just thought that guy named Lin Han might be of some use..." The lich turned around to leave.
"Hold it right there. Who?" The demon York suddenly looked intrigued.
"That outsider named Lin Han, the kid the boss used to target... I don't know what crazy fit he threw, but he was yelling and shouting on the road and got caught by a part-timer. According to the rules, I have to report it and ask how to handle him... Now that those people won't be resurrecting anymore, you know..."
His rambling was cut short.
"Heh heh, bring him back. Let us give this kid some proper care." York flashed a wicked grin. The lich felt a chill run down his spine and hurriedly nodded before taking his leave.
Lily glanced back at the chair Fang Zhiyi used to sit in all the time. He always complained that it poked his butt. Right now, the sword the boss once wielded was resting quietly on that very chair.
Qian Hong loved making money, but he had no idea how to spend it. Following the Fallen God incident, he found himself with absolutely nothing to do. The obsession with figuring out Fang Zhiyi's true identity haunted him like a lingering inner demon, and Qian Hong felt an endless void of emptiness. He even went as far as meticulously rigging a hanging device for himself in his mansion. However, because he was too heavy, the rope snapped. Sprawled on the floor, Qian Hong watched as a pitch-black entity materialized before his eyes.
"Would you like to bind with the Quick Transmigration System?"
A look of astonishment washed over Qian Hong's face, but soon after, he broke into a smile.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
